Tokyo First Barrier.
Fushiguro Tsumiki stood on a tall building.
The anti-fall iron mesh had long been torn apart.
She stood on the edge of the roof, holding a calico cat in her arms.
The cat curled up lazily in the crook of her arm, letting out a comfortable yawn.
Fushiguro Tsumiki gently stroked the calico cat, her eyes looking into the distance.
In that distance was the battle between Ryomen Sukuna and Itadori Yuji.
Everyone thought the battle would end quickly.
In every aspect, Ryomen Sukuna was stronger than Itadori Yuji, and much stronger at that.
In fact, Itadori Yuji should have transferred away as soon as Ryomen Sukuna moved to the Tokyo First Barrier.
This was also what everyone had decided in advance.
But Itadori Yuji didn't choose that.
He requested to stay because he wanted to settle things with Ryomen Sukuna.
Even if he knew clearly that this settlement was meaningless, he still wanted to do it.
The young man's meaning was clear:
As Ryomen Sukuna's Vessel, he had the resolve to face the resurrected Ryomen Sukuna head-on.
A very youthful approach, and also a very foolish one.
If Itadori Yuji had made this request at Kyoto Jujutsu High, he would have been thrown into a dungeon immediately to reflect.
If Itadori Yuji dared to talk back, a death sentence would surely fall upon him.
Such a cold approach is the common sense of the Jujutsu world.
But the place where Itadori Yuji stayed was Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Here, Teacher Gojo had his back.
When Itadori Yuji expressed this idea and received a rather stern scolding from Kusakabe Atsuya, Gojo Satoru laughed heartily and agreed, and his reasoning was quite interesting:
"If I can't even defeat Sukuna with the power of a mere forty fingers, then don't even mention fighting Mahito."
These words were too practical, and they convinced the others to let Itadori Yuji stay here.
Fushiguro Tsumiki sighed.
"Truly young and aggressive."
"Because Yuji is a young man after all," someone suddenly said beside Fushiguro Tsumiki.
"And he's not without a chance of winning. After all, his body has already been elevated to a level nearly identical to Ryomen Sukuna's."
"The only gap between him and Sukuna now is combat experience and combat adaptability."
Fushiguro Tsumiki shook her head gently.
"There's also knowledge."
"Lord Sukuna's knowledge of Cursed Energy and his learning ability are rare in this world."
"What's even more terrifying is that he can learn while fighting, and learn it perfectly."
"Itadori doesn't have that ability."
"The longer time drags on, the higher Lord Sukuna's win rate will become."
"Itadori is bound to lose."
She turned around.
"Or do you have a different opinion, Megumi?"
The person appearing on the rooftop was none other than Fushiguro Megumi.
He was originally in the Tokyo Second Barrier, which was currently a chaotic dance of demons.
Hiromi Higuruma, Takaba Fumihiko, and Kenjaku had started a battle royale of the strong.
Although Fushiguro Megumi had become very strong over the past two months, he was still no match for these three opponents, who exceeded ordinary powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers.
After careful consideration and determining that he could not obtain the final [key] no matter what, he decisively chose to transfer barriers and came to the Tokyo First Barrier.
To see Fushiguro Tsumiki.
Fushiguro Megumi stared into the distance, but he couldn't see anything.
He could only vaguely sense the collision of massive amounts of Cursed Energy.
He took a deep breath and ended the pleasantries.
"Tsumiki, come back."
"Stop staying by the King of Curses' side."
Fushiguro Tsumiki didn't get angry and only remarked:
"That was certainly direct."
"I know the King of Curses has a reputation in various aspects."
"In the Jujutsu world, he isn't a traditional Cursed Spirit."
"Although he occasionally plays pranks, most of the time he is a very charismatic leader."
"The fact that he could earn Senior Hakari's loyalty proves he is by no means a bad person."
Fushiguro Megumi had thought about this for a long time, and the words he spoke now were clear and fluent.
He turned to look at Fushiguro Tsumiki, his brow furrowed into a knot, and continued in a deep voice:
"But whether he's a bad person has nothing to do with whether he's easy to get along with."
"Even now, I still can't forget the matter of him gender-swapping Miyuki."
"Miyuki also found the purchase rights to restore her male physiological identity in the Dream Walk Migration's point shop."
"From this, I can conclude that the King of Curses really doesn't care about such things at all."
"To him, it's just a minor prank, insignificant."
No, during Mahito's development period, using Miyuki as a Gojo Satoru locator was extremely important.
It's just that Miyuki herself didn't know.
In fact, every time they caused trouble, they first kept an eye on Miyuki to see where Gojo Satoru was before making their move.
Miyuki didn't even know about her own contributions, but in reality, she was incredibly useful—so useful that Mahito once said that if he had the chance, he would definitely turn Miyuki into a true shrine maiden.
Well, he was a deity, and Miyuki would be his Chief Shrine Maiden.
This status was already below only one god.
One could imagine Miyuki's position in Mahito's heart.
Fushiguro Megumi, completely unaware of the inside story, continued:
"His immense power is the source of danger."
"The stronger he is, the more dangerous it is to be around him."
"Perhaps there's no life-threatening danger, or maybe he's very reliable during a major crisis, but in normal times, he himself is the greatest source of danger to those around him."
"Just like—"
It would be impolite to say more, so Fushiguro Megumi shut his mouth.
Fushiguro Tsumiki smiled and finished his sentence:
"Just like your teacher Gojo Satoru, right?"
Fushiguro Megumi had a sour face and didn't say a word.
Gojo Satoru was great in every way.
He was so perfect that it was written into the setting guidebook—
Except for his personality.
Except for his personality!
Important things must be said twice!
And the King of Curses was practically an enhanced version of Gojo Satoru!
Just thinking about this made Fushiguro Megumi uncomfortable all over.
He felt that the longer Fushiguro Tsumiki stayed by the King of Curses' side, the more likely something would go wrong.
He didn't know what would happen, but just as staying with Gojo Satoru for too long would inevitably lead to some inexplicable tragedy, staying by the King of Curses' side would surely be the same.
Damn it.
To this day, Fushiguro Megumi remembered his shock when Gojo Satoru actually dared to push open the classroom door and greet them while wearing a women's over-the-knee skirt.
It simply shattered the illusion of being a Special Grade into pieces.
Fushiguro Tsumiki said calmly:
"I refuse."
Fushiguro Megumi wasn't surprised at all and sighed.
"I knew it."
He extended both hands, slowly but firmly forming hand seals.
"Then I'll have to try using force."
Fushiguro Tsumiki turned her head to look at the battlefield between Ryomen Sukuna and Itadori Yuji.
Even though Fushiguro Megumi had shown hostility, she had no intention of responding to the battle.
As always, she gently stroked the calico cat in her arms, and the cat yawned as usual.
Fushiguro Megumi frowned.
"I really will attack."
"I know," Fushiguro Tsumiki said.
"...Don't you plan to prepare for battle?"
"I don't."
Fushiguro Tsumiki said:
"When Itadori Yuji is defeated, it will be my turn to fight Lord Sukuna."
"I need to conserve my physical strength."
"Of course, I'm not stopping you from attacking me, but there's a prerequisite for your attack..."
"Megumi, can you even attack me?"
Fushiguro Megumi took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:
"Don't underestimate me, Tsumiki!"
—Technique Release!
—Ten Shadows Technique: Divine Dogs!
A fierce dog Shikigami suddenly lunged out from Fushiguro Megumi's shadow, pouncing fiercely toward Fushiguro Tsumiki.
But Fushiguro Tsumiki still didn't even look at Divine Dogs.
She only watched the distance with a calm expression.
Divine Dogs quickly reached Fushiguro Tsumiki's side, and then Divine Dogs...
It froze awkwardly.
It had its mouth open, wanting to bite but not daring to, and secretly peeked at Fushiguro Megumi.
Fushiguro Megumi's face was gloomy, his hands frozen and motionless.
"Pfft."
Someone couldn't hold it in.
Fushiguro Megumi felt a massive surge of palpitations in his heart.
Subconsciously, he used Cursed Energy to reinforce his arm and placed it in front of his face.
In the next instant, a powerful fist appeared beside his face, striking the hand that had just finished setting up a defense.
Boom!
The massive impact violently destroyed Fushiguro Megumi's defensive stance.
His entire face distorted, and his hand bones were shattered into pieces by the impact.
Before the pain could hit, he was sent flying like a cannonball.
In Fushiguro Megumi's place, a man appeared.
He had strong muscles and a scar by his mouth.
He looked at the flying Fushiguro Megumi, cracked his neck with a series of pops, and looked at Fushiguro Tsumiki with a smile.
"This guy, if you really didn't fight back, he'd probably hesitate for an eternity."
"Although his combat power has more or less established itself in this world, this personality..."
"It's truly unbecoming."
Fushiguro Toji appeared just like that.
He said:
"What should we do?"
"Should we continue to let him be?"
"What do you plan to do?" Fushiguro Tsumiki asked.
"I can guarantee he won't disturb your fight with Sukuna."
Fushiguro Toji began to laugh.
That smile was hard to describe as ferocious or gentle, but one thing was certain—
It was a look of genuine pleasure.
A father beating his son is only natural.
That's exactly what Fushiguro Toji thought.
"Fushiguro Megumi has already traveled for two months in the Dream Walk Migration, and his strength has grown sufficiently."
"Especially Mahoraga and Domain Expansion."
"He must be able to use them very proficiently by now."
"Even you might be defeated," Fushiguro Tsumiki said.
"Are you worried about me?"
"I'm saying... please go die quickly," Fushiguro Tsumiki said.
Fushiguro Toji shrugged, and before he could speak—
"!"
A giant owl rose from below the high-rise building.
Fushiguro Megumi was standing on the giant owl.
The giant owl flapped its wings, and the wind churned the atmosphere.
Fushiguro Toji's bangs were blown back, making his slightly grim face look like a demon god.
He looked up and greeted Fushiguro Megumi:
"Yo, Megumi."
"Long time no see."
"Dad missed you."
Fushiguro Megumi let out a gagging sound and spat out a bloody piece of flesh.
Perhaps it was soft tissue from inside his mouth, or even a fragment of his tongue.
He rubbed his hand.
It had already completely healed.
At this moment, he was entirely different from the gloomy boy from before.
He laughed wildly.
"I missed you too, 'Father Dear'!"
Fushiguro Toji laughed.
"That's great."
"Then let's get nice and close, Megumi."
"My thoughts exactly, you bastard old man!"
Fushiguro Megumi formed hand seals and let out a roar with incredible lung capacity:
"—With this treasure I summon!"
Fushiguro Toji's pupils constricted.
"Starting right off with Mahoraga?!"
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